Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordon Williams
Jordon Williams
Songwriter
Cleavon Anthony Forrester
Cleavon Anthony Forrester
Songwriter

Lyrics

Look at the slits on my wrist while I jizz on your bitch
While I’m lookin’ so innocent
Whip my dick out to your bitch and she sayin' she love it
She takin’ a pic' of it
Fuck out my face with this hatin' shit
Draw a pentagram all over your pavement
Look at my writing my penmanship
Writing is cursive because you can't read for shit
Pause (Hey!)
All my bitches give jaws (Aye!)
I do not follow your laws (Aye!)
Grabbing my dick with your claws (Huh?)
Pause, Ballz (Ayy)
I’m not Rick Ross I’m not bald (Huh?)
Soulja Boy I do not call ('Kay)
Livin’ my life imma ball (Huh?)
Ball
Ballin’ so hard so you **** can’t catch up
I'll be the face that you see if you switch up
Aye little momma you got a nice get up
So do me a favor and make my dick stick up
Lick it up, lick it up
Givin’ it little tugs
Lick it up, spit it up, choke on it cinnamon
I need it all so don’t give me no minimum
I'd rather ball, no average citizen
I make her call, I’m with the middle men
You get involved? Shoot 'em like cinema
Who is in charge? Rip ‘em apart
Where is your cards? (Where is your cards?)
Ring the alarm I make ‘em talk no Kevin Heart (no kevin heart)
Ring the alarm I’ll make ‘em talk no Kevin Heart
Live life, fly, and die young
Live life, fly, and die young
Live life, fly, and die young
Live life, fly, and die young
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE, LIVE, LIVE, LIFE
DIE, DIE, DIE, YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
LIVE LIFE, DIE YOUNG
Written by: Cleavon Anthony Forrester, Jordon Williams
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